TITLE: Shadows of the Past
AUTHOR: Aset
CATEGORY: ADVENTURE/MAGIC/ROMANCE
RATING: PG 13
PAIRINGS: S/B, S/M
AUTHOR'S NOTE AND DISCLAIMER: the personages from AoS aren't mine. Except for Borr of course :o)
SUMMARY: It's a story about Maeve's return, about Bryn and her past (and future) and choices
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Again sorry for mistakes in the text; English is not my native language, and I haven't got a betareader yet (e-mail's on top if you feel the urge to write me…IYKWIM!)
As for the rest, thanks to all my friends, especially Marlies, Natalie and An for reading, helping me out and listen to my complains and whining over and over again! Thanks guys, you're the best!!!
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He couldn't sleep. Maeve's words were hanging in his head, 'her or me…her or me'. He saw her face, he remembered their love, and he knew he still loved her. But then there was Bryn, and her face with that smile of her's. He loved her too, maybe more than he ever considered possible. But she didn't knew it. And he was loosing her.
'Stop pondering! ' he said to himself as he got out of bed, 'You've made a choice! Don't go back there now! Just get out there, go up to her cabin and tell her.' And that's what he did. He headed for Bryn's cabin, wanting to check in on her, see if she was okay, and asleep and maybe tell her.
The door let out a tiny 'kriep' as it opened. He went up to the girl and looked at her. She was asleep, moonlight caressed her pale face.
'Beautiful' he thought as he ran his fingers through her long, dark hair.
She moved; slowly waking up as she felt his presence, and his pressure on her head. He had place a little kiss on her forehead, a gentle little kiss.
'Sinbad' , she whispered as she saw the captain sitting next to her on the bed, his fingers still in her hair, 'What…what are you doing here?'
'I..euh…I', he uttered.
'Come on, tell her!', he told himself, 'But I can't' he thought, 'not now, not like this'
'I was just checking on you' he finally managed to say.
'I'm fine, don't worry…It's the middle of the night' she concluded as she looked from him to the window, seeing a full moon drawing white gloomy worms on the water, and back to him.
'I know'. He didn't really knew what to do. He wasn't capable of telling her right away.
Suddenly he felt the urge to hold her, and so he did, not fighting the feeling, placing his hands around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. She didn't resist, and let her head rest against his strong chest. A little sigh. His lips brushed a gentle kiss on her hair, and another one, inhaling her sweet perfume. She looked up to him, a weak smile. He kissed her nose; she laughed. He started to smile.
The tension grew as he moved his head closer. She didn't pull back, just slowly closed her eyes like it was the most normal thing in the world that he was going to kiss her. His lips touched hers, only a moment, then he pulled back, allowing her to break free if she wanted too. But she didn't. Instead she moved closer, breaking the distance between them, putting their lips against each other with a longing, a need. His mind was screaming to stop, but he didn't, he didn't want it to end. Somehow it felt right. And he didn't want to break her heart. She loved him too.
He laid down beside her without breaking the kiss, which had grown stronger and was filled with passion. His hands ran over her back, over her head, exploring. He sighed, not able to listen to his mind anymore, no stopping it. Passion had taken over…
***
-* the next morning*-
She woke up as the first rays of sunlight peered though the little window. Slowly she opened her eyes, still particially blinded by the bright light. A heavy weight on her chest; his arm. She smiled. He was still there, holding her.
'No dream after all' she softly whispered as she gently kissed the sleeping captain on the lips. He moaned, loosing the fight against the morning and the wakening.
He yawned: then looked at her in wonder.
'Oh, God, no!' he thought
'Bryn…' he said.
She kissed him again, but this time he pushed her away.
'I'm sorry" he uttered as he got out of bed, 'I'm sorry, I never meant…I'm sorry' he left, leaving Bryn alone in the room, naked an crying.
'Sinbad!' she called after him, in a voice thick with emotion.
***
AUTHOR: Aset
CATEGORY: ADVENTURE/MAGIC/ROMANCE
RATING: PG 13
PAIRINGS: S/B, S/M
AUTHOR'S NOTE AND DISCLAIMER: the personages from AoS aren't mine. Except for Borr of course :o)
SUMMARY: It's a story about Maeve's return, about Bryn and her past (and future) and choices
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Again sorry for mistakes in the text; English is not my native language, and I haven't got a betareader yet (e-mail's on top if you feel the urge to write me…IYKWIM!)
As for the rest, thanks to all my friends, especially Marlies, Natalie and An for reading, helping me out and listen to my complains and whining over and over again! Thanks guys, you're the best!!!
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He couldn't sleep. Maeve's words were hanging in his head, 'her or me…her or me'. He saw her face, he remembered their love, and he knew he still loved her. But then there was Bryn, and her face with that smile of her's. He loved her too, maybe more than he ever considered possible. But she didn't knew it. And he was loosing her.
'Stop pondering! ' he said to himself as he got out of bed, 'You've made a choice! Don't go back there now! Just get out there, go up to her cabin and tell her.' And that's what he did. He headed for Bryn's cabin, wanting to check in on her, see if she was okay, and asleep and maybe tell her.
The door let out a tiny 'kriep' as it opened. He went up to the girl and looked at her. She was asleep, moonlight caressed her pale face.
'Beautiful' he thought as he ran his fingers through her long, dark hair.
She moved; slowly waking up as she felt his presence, and his pressure on her head. He had place a little kiss on her forehead, a gentle little kiss.
'Sinbad' , she whispered as she saw the captain sitting next to her on the bed, his fingers still in her hair, 'What…what are you doing here?'
'I..euh…I', he uttered.
'Come on, tell her!', he told himself, 'But I can't' he thought, 'not now, not like this'
'I was just checking on you' he finally managed to say.
'I'm fine, don't worry…It's the middle of the night' she concluded as she looked from him to the window, seeing a full moon drawing white gloomy worms on the water, and back to him.
'I know'. He didn't really knew what to do. He wasn't capable of telling her right away.
Suddenly he felt the urge to hold her, and so he did, not fighting the feeling, placing his hands around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. She didn't resist, and let her head rest against his strong chest. A little sigh. His lips brushed a gentle kiss on her hair, and another one, inhaling her sweet perfume. She looked up to him, a weak smile. He kissed her nose; she laughed. He started to smile.
The tension grew as he moved his head closer. She didn't pull back, just slowly closed her eyes like it was the most normal thing in the world that he was going to kiss her. His lips touched hers, only a moment, then he pulled back, allowing her to break free if she wanted too. But she didn't. Instead she moved closer, breaking the distance between them, putting their lips against each other with a longing, a need. His mind was screaming to stop, but he didn't, he didn't want it to end. Somehow it felt right. And he didn't want to break her heart. She loved him too.
He laid down beside her without breaking the kiss, which had grown stronger and was filled with passion. His hands ran over her back, over her head, exploring. He sighed, not able to listen to his mind anymore, no stopping it. Passion had taken over…
***
-* the next morning*-
She woke up as the first rays of sunlight peered though the little window. Slowly she opened her eyes, still particially blinded by the bright light. A heavy weight on her chest; his arm. She smiled. He was still there, holding her.
'No dream after all' she softly whispered as she gently kissed the sleeping captain on the lips. He moaned, loosing the fight against the morning and the wakening.
He yawned: then looked at her in wonder.
'Oh, God, no!' he thought
'Bryn…' he said.
She kissed him again, but this time he pushed her away.
'I'm sorry" he uttered as he got out of bed, 'I'm sorry, I never meant…I'm sorry' he left, leaving Bryn alone in the room, naked an crying.
'Sinbad!' she called after him, in a voice thick with emotion.
***